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Yeah...Yeah |
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Check me out man.. |
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Yeah [Lil Wayne] |
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Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers |
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Bullet shells and chambers, fill the |
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L's up We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless |
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And just think, |
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I'm one sell out record away from being famous |
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Shit I guess |
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I ain't it |
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You could paint it how you may, but |
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I remain this gangsta 'til the day |
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I lay where the worms stay |
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I spit it for my nigga's sake |
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I spit it for myself a long time ago |
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Got a few houses, few whips, few condos |
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I'm so straight |
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I'm pointin |
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The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment |
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Baby boy the president now |
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Shit you gotta make an appointment |
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Two record labels |
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You should come join 'em |
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Do check the label |
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And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table [Chorus: Lil Wayne] |
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Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to |
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Miami, I move to |
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Miami I'm banned from |
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Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it |
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I'm still a |
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G, thuggin out in public, believe it |
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Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to |
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Miami, I move to |
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Miami I'm banned from |
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Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it |
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I'm still a |
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G, thuggin out in public, straight up [Birdman] |
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Yeah... Nigga playin, doing about 180 |
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Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade |
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Gotta be fly, |
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P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky |
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G4 whenever, fly in any weather |
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Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers |
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Million on the floor |
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Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow |
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And don't think about the past |
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A little water came, now we floatin on everything |
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Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin |
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Niggaz puttin it in for the change |
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So we headed to the game, |
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Culpepper gettin his roll on |
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I'm on the side with that bling |
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And outside, got them thangs |
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Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] |
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Naw, don't fuck with that dogg |
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Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off |
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And I'm coming back hard |
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Stunner get me to work, and |
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I'm runnin that off |
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I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it |
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With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it |
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Shit, bitch |
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I pop like |
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Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? |
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When it's empty |
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And you still drawing |
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Leonardo D' |
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Vinci [Birdman] |
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Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty |
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Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound |
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Duffle bag full of cash when |
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I come around |
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The lil' homie got the game so |
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I put him down |
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Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown |
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Like father like son, got it off the mound |
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Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds |
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Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns [Chorus] [Birdman (over chorus)] |
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Yeah nigga, |
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Un-fuckin-believable |
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I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga |
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You know, they mouth like they ass |
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Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me |
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Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga |
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And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me |
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Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back |
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Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, |
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Dallas, Kansas |
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Everybody ya' heard me, |
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Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world |
